I'm not a heavy drinker, I can sometimes go for hours without touching a drop.
I don’t shake at the site of alcohol anymore. I don’t feel the need for it. If anything I’ll get stoned. I always told myself if it got to the point that it was affecting my songwriting and music that I’d stop. And it did get to the point.
I know for one thing that alcohol will have no more part in my life.
I love fighting. One thing that is the key to that is I always love training. I love to. And I never drink before, no alcohol in my life, no smoke, nothing. I love training.
The mentality and behavior of drug addicts and alcoholics is wholly irrational until you understand that they are completely powerless over their addiction and unless they have structured help, they have no hope.
I’m sure a lot of you have tripped out on alcohol. It’s a lot safer to do it on marijuana
I never drink water. I'm afraid it will become habit-forming.
A drunkard is like a whiskey-bottle, all neck and belly and no head.
The highest form of wisdom is to get drunk and go to pieces. The highest form of wisdom is to get drunk and go to pieces. Candy is dandy But liquor is quicker.
Alcohol is barren. The words a man speaks in the night of drunkenness fade like the darkness itself at the coming of day.
Taking B12 is the price of getting to be vegan, the way wearing a helmet is the price of getting to ride a motorcycle and giving up alcohol for nine months is the price of getting to have a baby.
When he saw what drugs or alcohol or unwanted pregnancy did to kids he fell in love with, he realized there had to be a straight path
Sweet cherry wine, so very fine, take it on down, pass it all around.
I do think that drugs and alcohol have been glorified and exoticized in such a way that it gets into the art world.
A lot of victims, for example, have become addicted to alcohol and drugs. It seems to me that the church's healing ministry is going to be enhanced through this in much broader strokes. That's good, it's all positive.
I did mostly alcohol. There were drugs, too - pills - and there was a danger that I would go over the edge. I could have. I thank God I didn't.
My hair and I had a really bad argument. She was being sprayed with alcohol and burnt with irons. She was being over processed and yanked and pulled by weave strings and suffocated by glue. She told me if I didn't straighten up and fly right that she was leaving.
What a mystery this is, desire. The love sickness, the sensitivity, the obsession, the flutter of the heart, the ebb and flow of the blood. There is no drug and no alcohol to equal it.
Zen martini: A martini with no vermouth at all. And no gin, either.
Hitting the bottle again, ever than I've drunker been. Or is it drunker than I've ever been?